Fallen warrior.

Sometimes it's necessary to be cruel.

That is what I have been told.

But what happens when that time

Becomes all of the time?

Cruelness, my friends, is what makes us survive.

Unfortunately, I lack the heart of such coldness.

Endless attempts to freeze myself over.

All failed, leaving me even warmer.

As I write these words, I plan.

I plan my next sword strike.

I attempt to predict the enemy blows,

I am wrong, I fail to protect myself.

So, I fall, as a warrior falls in battle.

The samurai, is whom I admire.

They'd rather take themselves,

then let anyone else take them.

I do not have such courage.

As I linger in this single thread.

Begging for the ice to take over.

It leaves me, by my weak self.

Right now, I am waiting for the final blow.

But it never comes and I will recover.

Then I will be again brought to my knees.

And again, the final blow will not be dealt.

Reviews

[Hellslastwarrior]

Wow i really enjoyed this poem it felt like you were telling a story but telling it through the persons mind and his emotions. Enjoyed the poem throughly giving 89 rating for it. I espeacilly like poems or stories about warriors because i enjoy the mind set most warrior take.
Good work keep it up.

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